The game was on. And the one who started it all was beginning to question who was the hunter and who was the prey?

Anyone remember this one? I know, I keep asking that. But I keep feeling like I need to. I should probably do something about that in fact; taking months to update a story is probably my most irritating feature as a writer. If only my muse didn't have ADHD.

Anyway, the plot thickens for Sasha.

Copyright Nagrij 2015.

Madison
By Anon Allsop

I sat upon a little bench and watched shadows race across the open expanse of the lawn. Deep were my thoughts as my mind filtered out and processed, what had gotten me to this exact place in my life.

Glancing at my watch, I saw the dial reflect the sun as it broke through the cloud that raced overhead. I squinted at the sudden glare, angling the face so I could see the dial. Ten minutes till two. I had forty minutes until I would be forever alone.

*Before…

“I just did some rough calculations and I think because we are lighter and we do not displace as much water and have less drag and we’re not utterly dependent on the wind we will be able to catch up with the cad in time.”

I blink. “In time for?” Wow that was a lot of silver dollar words.

“Hopefully if my estimates are true before we have to cross and go around Cape Horn.”

I blink and nod. I did that once and our ship was taking it’s time and we waited a full day and a half for the weather that the captain had wanted.

I look at Daniel and we both nod and Dr. Faraday looks at us both. “Perhaps you both should have a plan of action for when we do catch up with them.”

*And Now…

Kayda is on the road to get to Whateley, but even a simple road trip isn't so simple when there are forces trying to make her life miserable. And even if she gets to Whateley, will things get any better for her?

Ta da! The plot thickens and the weird factor intensifies. In this chapter we find out, well im not quite sure what we find out to be honest. You tell me.

Whoops, almost forgot this: Copyright Nagrij, 2015.

JESSICA'S STORY - PART 1

Peter Brook is a 5 year old boy who has strong desire to be a girl. The middle child of 3 (Older sister Sandra, and younger brother Edward), Peter discovers that his parents are unlikely to support him, if they find out. He does find support though, in his older sister Sandra.

Barbequed Oranges

It’s a strange little thing really.

Like me I guess. I get this from my grandfather who was a coal miner until the last cave in that he was in and they closed the mine and gave everyone severance and he became Benny the trash man.